Last thing we want is to have say, Harrigan and Dutch wake up on Predator Prime, and it's this arid ashen desert wasteland like out of a Mad Max movie or Pitch Black before the sun goes down. Big open orange sky, big ol' primordial sun. We can see two neighboring planets in mid collision up there. Then, Dutch and Harrigan see all the Predators, thousands and thousands of them. Cheering and shouting in Predatorese. At the top of a mound of bones and carcasses sits a Predator twice as big as the rest - The Predator King. He's seated in a chair made of skull and bone and animal hides, flanked by curvaceous and thicc Predator "wenches" laying on their sides like they are posing for a demented swimsuit issue. They coo and purr as he smashes a human skull across his throne. Two Predator guards approach Dutch and Harrigan, wielding staff weapons. Is this some form of trial, or execution? No. The guards drop the staffs at their feet, growling low at the two men, before turning and marching away. "Dey want us to fight. Fo dere amusemant." "I'm gettin' too old for this shit."
...But I digress...
Some of the best moments relating to the Predator are where almost nothing is actually said, just inferred or implied.
That look at the end of Predator that Dutch get's on his face. He doesn't even have to say anything. Just a ominous glance out the window and bam. We all know it. "There will be more."